Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 872: Date’s end
When Frost and Khione reached the teleportation station and started heading back the palace there was a frenzy in Queens’s living quarters. With the date coming to an end, a successful end too the many Princesses and two Princes realised that it was time to bug out. The fun had ended and now they would have to face consequences if what they did ever reached Khione’s ears.
A fair amount of her siblings were in fact stronger than Khione but even, so they really didn’t want to get on the youngest’s bad side. She wasn’t well known for her forgiving nature after all.
Spoiled rotten since birth Khione had never gone without anything, if her parents wouldn’t get her something she’d ask a sibling and if they couldn’t she’d ask another. Everyone adored her and would do pretty much anything to please her just so they could see that radiant smile of hers.
If you ignore the fact that she’d be soon catching up in the strength department, capable of dishing out the punishments personally she had numerous other options. If she sang like a canary to their father, to any one of their mothers or worse one the strongest of the siblings (one’s who had better things to do that spy on the youngest’s first date) then what awaited them was something that even the most corrupted souls in the depths of the hells would find terrifying.
They had been tricked, lured into joining a party, a joyous event hosted by Freyja and Skadi, the 2nd Empress and the 5th Queen respectively, big names that they’d never suspect would land them in hot water, their own damn children no less....When push came to shove there was no doubt in any of their minds that they’d both roll over in heartbeat.
The smart ones already planned to either escape before the bomb landed or prepare a sufficient gift that would detract from Khione’s wrath.
What was once a room filled with laughter, smiles and raucous cheering was now chaotic as dozens of people desperately fled for their lives. Within moments Freyja and Skadi were the only ones remaining, but their expressions were anything but peaceful.
"Well you’re fucked Freyja." Skadi took a big step to the side and looked at her sister wife with a mixture of contempt and pity.
"Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?" Freyja violently wrapped her head around to glare at the much larger woman.
"As the highest ranked woman here and Khione’s birth mother of course responsibility lies on your shoulders. Haaaa I did my best to talk you out of it, but you just wouldn’t listen....poor Khione, her privacy so violated....I hope she won’t bring the hammer down too hard." Skadi took another big step away, her eyes darting to the exit, ready to make a break for it at a moment’s notice.
Freyja was stunned, caught completely by surprise. Never in her wildest dreams did she think Skadi would attempt to throw her under the bus and so viciously at that. Not more than a few hours ago she had her letting out erotic screams as she played with her on the bed and now....well the dagger to her heart was painful to say the least.
Whoosh.
In that brief moment of stunned silence, when her guard was down Skadi bolted, instantly returning to her own bedroom and activating the defensive barrier so Freyja wouldn’t be able to barge in unannounced -something Shivali personally set up to protect his wives’ desire for privacy.
".....That bitch!!!" A second later Freyja screeched to the high heavens, her booming voice echoing through almost half the entire palace before she calmed down and weighed her options.
If anyone could survive Khione’s wrath it’d be her, that little girl feared only one person and that was her birth mother. Even if she was mad and even if it was justified there’d be a limit to her outrage as the moment she got too out of line Freyja wouldn’t even hesitate to knock her down a peg. She always was a strong believer in corporal punishment.
Perhaps that’s why Skadi did everything in her power to shift the blame to her, a logical recourse that would best protect her and the other children.
The problem however was that Freyja wasn’t that magnanimous, like her daughter she had a fiery temper and a large book of grudges over a foot thick. Skadi may have thought that shifting the buck was in her best interests, but she’d soon learn that vengeance was a bitch. Perhaps Khione’s ire would be the lesser of two evils.
Freyja’s mind cycled through endless possibilities bringing an evil smirk to her lips. She walked with purpose, unfettered by the supposed disaster that was looming her way.
Meanwhile at the royal palace’s entrance Khione and Frost had just exited from the teleportation station and this time Frost managed to keep his gut intact. Perhaps because he was running on an emotional high, his heart fluttering with every step he didn’t feel the shifting of his organs as he was transported across hundreds maybe even thousands of kilometres in an instant.
"I guess this is where our date ends, shame... I wish we had longer." Frost spoke in a sombre tone, his eyes revealing no small amount of disappointment. His right hand was wrapped tight around Khione’s left as if dreading to let it go.
"I feel the same way Frost." Khione turned to face her young paramour, boldly placing a quick yet still deep kiss on his lips before hugging him, or rather enveloping him with her massive frame.
She also dreaded this separation but what more could they do. The night had already reached the wee hours of the following day, and they were no longer aboard the SS. Gwienfieldal, obscured atop their private gazebo, away from prying eyes.
"Sleep well my love, I’ll join you in training tomorrow, perhaps there we can release some of this built up tension." Adamant in having her dreams filled with him and only him Frost’s hands sleuthed out of her firm grip, landing perfectly on those addictive cheeks of hers. He squeezed and gave them a good spank making his girl weak in the knees, letting him breathe again before taking hold of her chin and returning that kiss of hers only much more passionate.
This would be their last chance to be intimate before bed, moving any closer they’d be in plain view of the palace guards (the obvious one’s at least).
Khione’s skin caught on fire again, that harsh slap sending waves of endless pleasure through her system before that kiss of his had her left leg curling up in the air, her heel practically tapping her still sensitive cheeks.
She had been marked, dominated and thoroughly subdued, thinking about anything other than Frost’s devilish touch would now be absolutely impossible, he made sure of that.
"Sweet dreams." Frost gently whispered in her ear before bravely walking away, sashaying his hips as he did, letting Khione have a good eyeful of his own rear assets. They certainly weren’t as large or as developed as hers, but they was still perky and sexy.
"....God damn." Khione literally gulped, drool dripping down her lips as her eyes were glued to that fine piece of meat. Frost had gotten her all hot and bothered, the female equivalent of blue balls before walking off, leaving her high and dry.
"Princess welcome back from your trip, did you have fun?" One of the royal guard’s asked when Khione walked through the doors after taking a couple minutes to collect herself.
"Yes, it was a lot more fun than I expected." She replied in her usual polite yet somehow still cold tone.
"Marvelous I’m sure his majesty and her highness will be pleased." This guard had no inkling about the peep show that went on in the Queen’s quarters nor did she know any other details about her excursion other than that she was giving Frost a tour of Niflheim, her supposed betrothed.
Honestly she was more than prepared to have her head bitten off or for her to receive an order to pick up what was left of her date from some random street, assuming that she had beaten him half to death, so to hear that it went well she was all smiles.
Khione felt a little paranoid because of her reaction however, quickly darting back to her quarters to properly take care of the unfinished job Frost left numerous times over during their excursion. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
She didn’t even bother to greet anyone else as she made a beeline for her bedroom. A simple nod and perhaps a forced smile was all the staff got.
Strangely however none of her siblings, mothers or father appeared in her path, ready to question her for details but given her current predicament this strangeness eluded her.
Soon she was back in her chambers, her earlier choices for clothes and arrangements of makeup still strewn across the place.
"All maids leave now!" She bellowed at the top of her lungs the moment she opened her bedroom door and in response 3 of her assigned maids appeared from the connected room. They bowed their heads in greeting then vanished in an instant, the peak of professionalism.
She waited for several seconds, making damn sure the maids weren’t in ear shot before slamming her door and leaping onto the bed.
"Haaaaaaannnnn!" A guttural moan escaped her lips as all her restraints fizzled away, she squirmed, wriggled and rubbed herself against the duvet, removed her clothes and smiled from ear to ear with a smitten look on her face.
"Froossssttt."
